Sci Fi

Dragon Queen
There were not always dragons in the valley... But then again, the valley was not always such a beautiful paradise either, until Silver monkey came to rule the tribes. She was a Dragon keeper , they say, but after seeing her immense power and beauty in action I have become determined to get to know her better.
By Patrick Horn4 years ago in Fiction
The Assassin and her Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That was before the earth was cursed by the gods with demons and dragons and everything in between. The large body of the beast was in pieces on the ground, destroying the flowered filled area. She sat quietly on the grass, looking over the beautiful clearing. The scent of blood was strong, weighing down the air. Crows shrieked loudly, gathering in the sky, informing all other scavengers where the battle has just taken place. It was a red dragon; they were the lower rank ones. From her understanding the species came colored coded, some colors were strong enough to even take humanoid forms.
By TeJay4 years ago in Fiction
As Above, So Below
" In the cradle, there is a blank nothingness. Nothing but the Kings and their colors. Their blinding hues that seep through every crack and memory left in my breaking mind. Their colors call on me, tell me my future lies in their hands, I just have to reach them, beyond the Wellspring.- The man who sees the Kings"
By KENNETH PEYTON4 years ago in Fiction
In the Time of the Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But since the advancement of technology and greed has taken over, they've become prevalent in our society. Dragons were things that past generations read about, they were considered mythical creatures, from lands of make-believe. They never existed until now, until man created them. What man wants, man creates. It doesn't matter what it cost or who is hurt in the process.
By Elsa4 years ago in Fiction
Tess 16201c
There weren't always dragons in the valley. They were brought from Tess 16201b. It seemed like such a good idea-to them. The dragons were beautiful really; strong and muscular, black purple with glittering highlights of lavender. Terra Draco Volans Grandis were what they called them. It's a shame to have to kill them all.
By Faith Guptill4 years ago in Fiction
THUB
THUB Mychal blew into the receptor tube ashamed, yet driven with anticipation. His lanky body was quickly decelerated to ped-speed while simultaneously, Out-Phase Gravity-Claws (OPGC) moved him from tube to ground. He stumbled as his feet touched surface, catching his balance against the tube. With a clumsy gait, Mychal stepped forward through the containment doors and pushed out into the THUB.
By Craig Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Alby's Drawings Of Time
Alby got his name from the way he was always volunteering for things: “I’ll be it first,” he said for games of Kick the Can played in the cul de sac where we all lived, back when we were 12.
By Briane Pagel4 years ago in Fiction
Week 119: The Crater of Light
I found the small town of Bryson Ridge in the forests of Appalachia to fit my need for some quiet. The city was too loud and exhaustive. The small town couldn’t have been larger than 1200 people and it lies in a deep valley by a river. It was midnight when I first arrived in the town. Few people were about in the night. I heard a strange humming coming from beyond the town towards a coal mine. The small cafe owner told me they’ve been trying to revamp the coal mines in the valley so they wouldn’t have to rely on tourism to keep the lights on- I don’t think it’s going to work. I needed some peace and quiet to write. I’m glad for the small population of Bryson Ridge: less people to worry about. Once I finish my work, I’ll head back to the city, but there’s something about this town that’s keeping me here. A pull like gravity that would prevent me from leaving even if I wanted.
By MoStories4 years ago in Fiction
Big dreams
Today was my big day, It was a Friday summer day with a windy breeze, today was the day my fashion show take place, traveled from New York to California just for this day. We were setting up for the night and my friend kept coming telling me that a man keeps trying to get in to meet me, but security wasn't having it, so I just let him take care of it. The fashion doesn't start until 9pm tonight and it was 5 o clock so we still had time, I had 20 models and each model had 2 outfits 10 males and 10 females, my brand was called W.N.F and can't wait for my clothes and shoes to be the next Versace, doir and Gucci. I finished setting up the chairs, tables, food and Dj, the models were ready but when I was heading to the back, I seen security with most likely the same man, so I went to go check it out.
By Matthewuntamable 4 years ago in Fiction
My boss house
I loved where I worked cause I was In love with my boss, he had the perfect face, sharp jawline, nice arms and I bet he had a beautiful body. I would spend days staring at him and he would sometimes look at me and smile, he wasn’t married but he had 4 kids with two different women, I don’t think I was in love love with him, I think I was in love with the idea of him and him making all my lust dreams come true. One day while I was working he came up to me,, “hey were having a party at my house, would love for you to come”
By Matthewuntamable 4 years ago in Fiction
When the world stops
It started as any normal day, the alarm ringing and busy morning traffic rushing already. It was going to be a scorcher, already the air was hot and the fan over my bed didn’t seem to be doing anything.
By Donna Morgan 4 years ago in Fiction
Evolution of the Egg
The CRISPR sequence ended up useful far beyond biological research labs and disease prevention. The enhancements to living organisms had long been theorised, trialled in low-risk experiment—incremented gradual across decades, ethics policies rewritten with each after rigorous enquiry—but it wasn’t until the fallout that its potential was embraced by the masses. After the bombs fell. When the ozone thinned and holes widened across the globe to make a Swiss cheese of a sky turned orange and perpetually black.
By Garry Morris4 years ago in Fiction